Poldo and I went to see Archenemy last night and all I got was this stupid shirt (plus the Black Earth album, rare, I'm told). Wait, where the fuck is that stupid shirt? Ah well, t'was a blast raising devil horns through the night anyway. Plus we bumped into my katukayo and erotica author Karl Kaufman.
The Amott Bros were in top shredding form and Angela Gossow is a gorgeous, blond angel of the apocalypse clad in amazingly tight leather pants and possessing vocal and bootylicious, uh, talent. Who got that towel she threw after rubbing it on her ass?
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